ANTS' FAVORITE SONGS: SATELLITE SKIN BY MODEST MOUSE

If you break these moth-wing feelings
Powdered dust on your fingers
Well, Know we're not praying we're kneel'in
Hard enough just to say you believe them
Well how the heck did you think you could beat them
I could say on that you're trying to be them
hard enough just to say you don't need it
while they serve it up while you were still eating
Oh satellite, satellite skin

If you break these moth-wing feelings
Powdered dust on your fingers
Well, Know we're not praying we're kneel'in
Hard enough just to say you believe them
Well how the heck did you think you could beat them
I could say on that you're trying to be them
hard enough just to say you don't need it
while they serve it up while you were still eating
Oh satellite, satellite skin

just enough to say you won't visit
Well everybody's willing to listen
So satellite, satellite skin
You could say what you want, you're forgiven
Well happy fucking congratulations
Well everyone, everyone wins
Just like me in my own solar system
You could do things up then totally eclipse them
Oh what will you, oh, what the hell

Detachments get praised and completed
You can say what you want and not mean it
Well no one really seems to be waiting
If you sweep up this mess I've created
Nothing left to show I existed
Except satellite, satellite skin

Asking for the question
Well its easier said then accually done
Do you even believe that?
Do you even believe that there's a race to be won?

If you break these moth wing feelings
I have seen it all because satellite skin
All those lonesome[?] eyes
A knack to know those [?] opinions get stacked in
All those usual wooden[?] spots
Just to tell you I could not have seen
Through to the gist of those unhappy
Happy accidents

Happy as you've been
just enough to say you won't visit
Well everybody's willing to listen
So satellite, satellite skin
You could say what you want, you're forgiven
Well happy fucking congratulations
Well everyone, everyone wins
Just like me in my own solar system
You could do things up then totally eclipse them
Oh what will you, oh, what the hell

Detachments get praised and completed
You can say what you want and not mean it
Well no one really seems to be waiting
If you sweep up this mess I've created
Nothing left to show I existed
Except satellite, satellite skin

Asking for the question
Well its easier said then actually done
Do you even believe that?
Do you even believe that there's a race to be won?

If you break these moth wing feelings
I have seen it all because satellite skin
All those lonesome[?] eyes
A knack to know those [?] opinions get stacked in
All those usual wooden[?] spots
Just to tell you I could not have seen
Through to the gist of those unhappy
Happy accidents

Happy as you've been

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